I couldnÕt
see the stars that night maybe it was because of the fog or the city lights
anyway it made me sad I always enjoyed watching the glimmering in the night it
comforted me sometimes it scared me the huge universe that some said was
endless How could anybody understand that for me it was like a strange mystery
that could never be solved I knew it and wondered why and how come people still
tried to figure it all out They couldnÕt face the fact that they would never
never know

I used to
think that there were some other form of life perhaps similar to ours and that
they knew much much more than we did and they knew about our existence and
smiled politely at our eager efforts to discover the mysteries of this universe
that was merely an illusion: something not comprehensible something that cant
be explained in our language maybe it was that simple that our language our
mathematics our knowledge would never be able to explain maybe But we would
still try and try and meantime forget about our short shiny time in the mystery
Oh dear we were taking part in this mystery all of us had some kind of meaning
we were parts in something much much bigger or perhaps nothing really mattered
because everything would anyhow explode at some point in a huge big bang again.